THIS IS THE WORLD WITHOUT COLOR

TIME

FOR

SCHOOL

https://academyoftheheartandmind.wordpress.com/2020/05/29/poems-by-john-sweet/

A SOURCE OF HOPE IN THE PLAGUE YEARS

WHEN HE WAS A SUICIDE

WINK

WINK

WINK

WINK

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0892HSZK5/ref=sr_1_2?dchild=1&keywords=wink+writers+in+the+know&qid=1590492516&sr=8-2

Not that anyone’s going to spend money on poetry

when there’s comic book movies 

just begging to be watched…..

 

WAITING FOR CHRIST'S RETURN, OR MAYBE MORRISON'S

..

Always good to

rear my ugly head at

BLOGNOSTICS

https://blognostics.net/blognostics-an-innovative-experience-in-literature-poetry-and-art/2020/03/21/poem-for-100000-afternoons-spent-drowning-on-dry-land-by-john-sweet/

 

SCUMBAG FUCKTARD RIDES AGAIN

Legal Experts Sound Off on Trump’s ‘Insane’ Attacks on Twitter’s First Amendment Rights

 

- Jerry Lambe

 

Donald Trump got a reality check on Tuesday, or at least a fact-check, when Twitter began flagging the president’s false or misleading tweets and providing links to factually accurate information–in this case, about extremely low rate of mail-in voter fraud. Trump responded by attacking the social media platform, claiming the privately owned company was “stifling free speech,” a statement which many legal experts saw fit to fact-check as well.

 The platform’s new fact-checking mechanism appeared when Trump tweeted a series of false and unsubstantiated claims about the prevalence of voter fraud in relation to mail-in absentee ballots.

 

The link, which urged people to “Get the facts about mail-in ballots,” directed readers to a brief statement explaining the untrue nature of the claims and a list of bullet points rebutting several individual falsehoods.

 

Twitter had been under increasing pressure to do something about certain tweets posted on Trump’s official account, but the final straw appears to have been an emotional plea from the widower of Lori Klausutis. Klausutis’s accidental death nearly 20 years ago has been used by Trump to accuse MSNBC’s Joe Scarborough of murder.

 

According to the medical examiner’s report, the then-28-year-old congressional staffer fainted while working late in Scarborough’s Florida office and, due to an undiagnosed heart condition, hit her head on a desk. Klausutis wasn’t found until the following morning. Scarborough himself was more than 900 miles away in Washington at the time.

 

Timothy “T.J.” Klausutis asked Twitter to remove Trump’s “horrifying lies” about his deceased wife. Twitter did not do that, but they fact-check Trump on Tuesday.

 

Upon learning of the new feature, Trump responded by erroneously accusing Twitter of violating his right to free speech; he threatened to take action against the company.

 

“Twitter is now interfering in the 2020 Presidential Election. They are saying my statement on Mail-In Ballots, which will lead to massive corruption and fraud, is incorrect, based on fact-checking by Fake News CNN and the Amazon Washington Post,” Trump tweeted. “…Twitter is completely stifling FREE SPEECH, and I will not allow it to happen!”

 

As noted in a previous Law&Crime analysis regarding the decisions of private business entities, the First Amendment protects “subjects and citizens from government action.”

 

Twitter is not the government.

 

The irony of Trump complaining that a non-state actor was violating his right to free speech–only to threaten to use his government position to prevent that non-state actor from continuing to operate in such a way (which would be a violation of Twitter’s First Amendment rights)–was not lost on legal experts.

 

Anti-Trump Harvard Law School Professor Laurence Tribe, one of the nation’s most widely known constitutional scholars, called Trump’s tweet’s “insane.”

 

“Trump attacking Twitter for exercising its indisputable First Amendment right to opine on the misleading tweets he posts on its platform. Now THAT IS INSANE,” Tribe wrote.

WHEN I TALK ABOUT THE FUTURE, HE PUTS THE BARREL OF THE GUN IN HIS MOUTH

AN OVERLOAD OF IMAGERY AT

INK PANTRY

http://www.inkpantry.com/poetry-drawer-five-poems-by-john-sweet-2/

 

LIKE KIDS SHOOTING DOGS

stanza breaks are

a little sketchy,

but the sentiment is pure:

SYNCHRONIZED

CHAOS

http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-john-sweet-2/

ALL CLOCKS STOPPED

FRESH

ANGST

AT

vscorpiozine

https://vscorpiozine.wordpress.com/2020/05/12/poems-by-john-sweet-one-for-the-disappeared-visionary-and-one-of-us-speaking-without-bitterness-to-the-other/

a dying house

and if there are prayers out
here at the edge of this wilderness,
they are for my children


if there is weakness,
it’s my own


and this is not de chirico’s country,
but these are his shadows crawling like
cancer through overgrown back yards,
down empty streets, and i am the
son that pollock never spoke of


look at my hands


the broken one here and
the lame one here and
i find myself standing with clenched
fists in empty rooms or in buildings
that no longer exist


i grow sick at the
thought of money


at the need for it


this is how i know i’m on
the wrong side of everything

the helix of blind compassion

you and i
and the goddamn truth/
the wall of shame/
the sea of static


not fucking but begging


scratching


a cold room in a burned house
thirty years after your father dies


someone's wife tied to the bed/
says it hurts then asks for more


and this is the fantasy
but the baby is awake

is crying until the mother cuts

its arms off
and what i leave out of this picture
is the voice of god because
every priest sounds the same
talking through a mouthful of shit

every hand is a fist

searching for someone weaker

look at your children

and understand

THE BIGGER PICTURE, WHICH REFUSES TO OFFER ANY ANSWERS

UNTIL, IF AND WHEN: A VARIATION ON GORKY'S SUICIDE

A MIXED MESSAGE; AN AGE OF BLOOD AND DESPAIR

AND MAYBE WE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN DYING IN SMALL WAYS

OUT.

NOW.

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-dead-man-either-way-john-sweet/1136852268?ean=9781952411014&fbclid=IwAR3fy7R3RSWo9ghMNsFAjVOCOSQVr4l2zrZRSK8NLCnDUFiu-a6wZoNCqZQ

INTO A VOID OF YOUR OWN CREATION

MAYBE IF I RHYMED MORE......

Although a reader who gave

The Emma Press

Anthology of Love

a five-star rating

only gave my

American Poem Installation No. 2
(https://issuu.com/bleedinghorse)

a two-star rating.

Such are the

vagaries of life.

AN ARMY OF ANGRY LONERS - WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT?

A brief review of my recently deceased collection

APPROXIMATE

WILDERNESS

that I just found on Goodreads.

Who are you to argue?

“Fuck your presuppositions of what poetry is and is supposed to be.

This is a new road being paved.”

IT'S JUST A SHAME THAT THE FUTURE'S BEEN CANCELLED....

There was a

flurry of activity back in

the late 90s/early 00s,

a lot of universities

seemed to start compiling

book & chapbook collections by small press writers.

Ironically, most of us never found out until years later,

after the death of books and the

complete ascendancy of the internet.

Thanks to the

U Buff Special Collections Dept.

for gathering some of my ancient works together.

https://search.lib.buffalo.edu/discovery/search?query=any,contains,john%20sweet&tab=LibraryCatalog&search_scope=MyInstitution&vid=01SUNY_BUF:catalog&offset=0

ONE FOR J CHRIST AND ALL HIS JUNKIE FRIENDS

YOU CAN ARGUE WITH THE TRUTH, BUT THAT JUST MAKES YOU A FUCKHOLE

Someone on Quora asked “Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?” Nate White, an articulate and witty writer from England wrote the following response:

A few things spring to mind.

Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem.

For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed.

So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.

Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever.

I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman.

But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.

Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers.

And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.

There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface.

Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront.

Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul.

And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist.

Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that.

He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat.

He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.

And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully.

That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead.

There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down.

So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:

• Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.

• You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.

This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss.

After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum.

God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid.

He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart.

In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump.

And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish:

‘My God… what… have… I… created?

If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.

THOSE SUNDAY MORNING NECROPOLIS BLUES

fallow

all those afternoons

spent eating white light

didn’t seem like failure until i

was 30, until i was 35

woke up to st. amanita saying

we are between these fragile walls
and that was the problem

she was angry at everything she’d never had

and i was sorry for everything i’d
ever lost and
her best friend wanted to fuck us both

the sound me made was like

christ at twilight

was the freeway at the

end of december

the blind eyes and the

starving children with their mouths
full of salt

the deer in the headlights

then hit at seventy miles an hour

your uncertain laughter suddenly

swallowed up by your screams